Webhost Rant

I don't think anything on the internet annoys me more than web-hosts: they give you enough bandwidth to serve your storage limit somewhere around two, five or ten times. Who, in their right mind, pays for 5Gb of space EVERY MONTH and gets only two full-exploration hits. I think the entire hosting industry is ridiculous. Even the hosting plans you get free with an e-mail account/internet provider/advertising offer more storage than even a small e-commerce site would use. These companies pretend that there is any point in giving anyone 50gb of storage... but make a complete MOCKERY of it, when they calculate the bandwidth. No one, in the UNIVERSE would sit and download a 50gb page. Fucking hell, I won't download images over 500k. Why won't they just fucking admit it? "For 7 dollars a month you can have 50mb of space and "don't crash the server" bandwidth. In the INCREDIBLE event that isn't enough... set up your own fucking server!"

It worries me that hosting companies stay in business. HOW DO THEY DO IT? Who, I mean, who, ever, is willing to pay over a hundred quid a year for something they use a less than a tenth of? My site is 3 megabytes. Bear in mind, it consists mostly of images, (the stuff that takes up loads of space). It costs me... 3c a month in storage, plus bandwidth charges... which I haven't even encountered yet. I could not, with HOURS of searching, find a paid, legitimate looking, host where I could set up my site for less than 7 dollars. So, I sat, and did the math... three cents... seven dollars... three cents... Hrm. After some consideration, I went with Nearly Free Speech.

Well, this is sounding like a shameless advertisement for Nearly Free Speech. What the heck. Nearly Free Speech is awesome.

fucking hate google.

I had to change my Google password, because blogger wouldn't sign in unless I provided the password I registered for an entire different service with. Apparently, my ULTRA AWESOME SECURE password was not secure enough for Google. Excuse me, but I think that Google needs to appreciate that password strength is not just in the characters. IT DOESN'T MATTER how long my password is. People brute forcing the password are not going to KNOW it's only X characters long, so it's going to take the same ammount of THEORETICAL time to crack. Most likely, a lot more than one would ordinarilly be happy to spend cracking an E-mail address, which, I will tell you for free, recieves nothing on a regular basis but the Gamespot Daily Newsletter. The most important thing is that no-one can sit down, type in my email and then go:

"Well, she likes final fantasy.... maybe her password is 'sephiroth'. Okay, maybe it's 'Sephiroth'. Great, now I can read her e-mails. OMFG, Crisis Core is no longer in the top ten GS games? It's not even OUT IN ENGLAND! This is ridiculous! The bastards! What are these ratings even based on?"

No, Sephiroth is not my password for ANYTHING. Don't even try.

Additionally, I find the password reset question comic. Anyone who knows where I was born, the name of my cat, or my mother's maiden name is apparently deserving of access to my "private" email. My password reset question is custom: Which of my Labia minora hangs lowest?" and don't try left or right. They have names. I'm kidding. But still, that's fairly secure.

Thankyou, Google. I will decide how important the privacy of the e-mail in my account is in relation to the amount of effort I am willing to expel typing it. None. My password is ilikefishes. It's memorable. Fucking hell, please don't hack the account, I'll have to /redirect my newsletters/.

Kidding, my blog's secured against the same password (Google, such awesome security: use the same password for two unrelated services, save hackers some time!).

I demand my rant!

I'd just like to say, just in case anyone reads my blog (kidding, I know you don't) that my lack of posting more than three short paragraphs for a while is not unfounded. There's a lot going on. Approximately none of it is good. I'm not going into details, because they're not mine to give but the exams I'm failing are the /least/ distressing. Oh, acctually, one good thing did happen- I bought a book for 10p. As I;m sure you are aware by now, I have noted a strong negative correlation betweenmy enjoyment of a book, and it's price. God knows why. Even if I pay $10 for a book, if I see it in a publisher's outlet for £1.50 my esteem for it rises.

Bye now. I'll talk to you when every-one's sick notes have expired and babies have been confiscated. Oh, and I'm qualified.

The End of Mr Y

I finished the End Of Mr. Y. I cried. It is worth mentioning that I do not usually cry when I've finished a book. I feel desolate, Inconsolable, but I do not usually cry. And it's not because the end is sad. It was what I was hoping would happen.

I'm learning ancient Greek. I suspect I will give up very quickly. It's not like I'm fluent in Russian. If I can read (I used to be able to read Greek, it's how I picked Cyrillic up so quickly) and say some simple invocations, I'll be satisfied. I guess "Hi, how's tricks" is an invocation. I think Artemis would be at least non-offended by that. So long as it was in Greek.

Anything's got to be better than invoking a God using only their name and trying to express your desire in thought an pictures. Why did I have to pick Gods that don't speak English?

Science, Religion.

I've been reading "the End of Mr. Y"*. It's a fantastic book, highly recommended. It's like a breeding-ground for new ideas. I've decided the difference between science and religion is only one: Science moves. To put it in a more punchy format: When people perceive something inconsistent with their science, they change their science. When people perceive something inconsistent with their religion, they change their perceptions. That's why most religions are bullshit patronized by morons.

Obviously, that excludes Wicca from the "religion" bucket, and throws us into the "science" bucket, because Wicca is based on ever-changing, up-to-date theory.

* Scarlet Thomas. It's one of my much loved "Publishing Outlet bargain books". That is to say, it's unreadable pulp. ^_^.

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Oh, and my maths exam went quite well.